The intruder was advancing with extreme caution, but lacking his own peculiar gift of soundless stepping and noiseless movement, did not succeed in passing between hedge and coppice without the betraying rustle of disturbed leaves; and it was out
— from The Riddle of the Night by Thomas W. Hanshew

Elizabeth Eliza had sent in Circumambient ways to all the members of that society,—by the little boys, for instance, who were sure to stop at the base-ball grounds, or somewhere, so a note was always delayed by them.
— from The Last of the Peterkins With Others of Their Kin by Lucretia P. (Lucretia Peabody) Hale

5 One year of golden days and deeds Of gracious growth, of service sweet; And now, beside the shore again, We gather at the Master’s feet.
— from The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, July 1883 by Chautauqua Institution

For the most part these changes go on so slowly as not to be noticeable in an ordinary lifetime.
— from The Wonder Book of Volcanoes and Earthquakes by Edwin J. (Edwin James) Houston

All this goes on so smoothly and naturally that we forget to notice it.
— from What Social Classes Owe to Each Other by William Graham Sumner

On the last night of May, in the safety of the dark, twenty men-at-arms under Jean de Louvain rode out from Asti across the Lombard plain, until at daybreak on June 1st they reached the gate of San Stefano at Novara.
— from The End of the Middle Ages: Essays and Questions in History by A. Mary F. (Agnes Mary Frances) Robinson

It seems then as if the main defect, which this critic observed in Terence’s comedy, was a want of that inexplicable grace of language, which so peculiarly belonged to the Greeks; a grace of so subtle a nature that even they could only catch it in one dialect— quando eam ne Græci quidem in alio genere linguæ non obtinuerint .
— from The Works of Richard Hurd, Volume 1 (of 8) by Richard Hurd

You like all that, and you like to feel there is nothing you do not know and no length you have not gone, and so you ring all the changes on all the varieties of intrigue and sensuality, and go over the gamut of sickly sentiment and nauseous license as an orchestra tunes its strings up every night!
— from Wisdom, Wit, and Pathos of Ouida Selected from the Works of Ouida by Ouida